Lear.
Goneril, Gormflaith, Gormflaith.... Have you seen Gormflaith?
Goneril.
I led her to her chamber lately, Sir.
Lear.
Ay, she is in her chamber. She is there.
Goneril.
Have you been there already? Could you not wait?
Lear.
Daughter, she is bleeding: she is slain.
Goneril, rising from the cauldron with dripping hands.
Yes, she is slain: I did it with a knife:
And in this water is dissolved her blood,
(Raising her arms and sprinkling the Queen's body)
That now I scatter on the Queen of death
For signal to her spirit that I can slake
Her long corrosion of misery with such balm—
Blood for weeping, terror for woe, death for death,
A broken body for a broken heart.
What will you say against me and my deed?
Lear.
That now you cannot save yourself from me.
While your blind virgin power still stood apart
In an unused, unviolated life,
You judged me in my weakness, and because
I felt you unflawed I could not answer you;
But you have mingled in mortality
And violently begun the common life
By fault against your fellows; and the state,
The state of Britain that inheres in me
Not touched by my humanity or sin,
Passions or privy acts, shall be as hard
And savage to you as to a murderess.
Goneril, taking a letter from her girdle.
I found a warrant in her favoured bosom, King:
She wore this on her heart when you were crowning her.
Lear, opening the letter.
But this is not my hand:
(Looking about him on the floor)
Where is the other letter?
Goneril.
Is there another letter? What should it say?
Lear.
There is no other letter if you have none.
(Reading)
"Open your window when the moon is dead,
And I will come again.
The men say everywhere that you are faithless....
And your eyes shifty eyes. Ah, but I love you, Gormflaith...."
This is not hers: she'd not receive such words.
Goneril.
Her name stands twice therein: her perfume fills it:
My knife went through it ere I found it on her.
Lear.
The filth is suitably dead. You are my true daughter.
Goneril.
I do not understand how men can govern,
Use craft and exercise the duty of cunning,
Anticipate treason, treachery meet with treachery,
And yet believe a woman because she looks
Straight in their eyes with mournful, trustful gaze,
And lisps like innocence, all gentleness.
Your Gormflaith could not answer a woman's eyes.
I did not need to read her in a letter;
I am not woman yet, but I can feel
What untruths are instinctive in my kind,
And how some men desire deceit from us.
Come; let these washers do what they must do:
Or shall your Queen be wrapped and coffined awry?
She goes out by the garden doorway.
Lear.
I thought she had been broken long ago:
She must be wedded and broken, I cannot do it.